I’ve ridden the White Rim many times. It can be mundane. The route can be tedious. It’s always challenging. It’s just a dirt road. Dirt roads are boring. But I always return for another lap. I can’t stay away. The annual rite ushers in springtime, race season, and long dusty days chasing long dusty trails.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.” ~Hippocrates I burrowed deep into the soft snow. Wind howled. Snow swirled. I dug my tripod into the snow until only its head was above the surface. I could see the picture I wanted to make. It was there. Right there. But shot after shot missed. “Come on!” I hissed. “Get the […]